Born into evil, Bred to be brides. Raised to die.
The bride, for the groom. The prince of hell.
The divine beauty from the heavens, the fairy of the woods, the spirit of joy and happiness, the angel of love, so Tenney thought, drank human blood and ate the flesh of once called little bundles of joy. The pink cotton and pearly whites turned crimson red and smirked in euphoric ecstasy. Blood oozed and dropped to her small firm breasts.
Tenney, knowing that his friend is about to die didn't want to see him go. He faced the dark wall of his cage. His feet resting on the dead body. He remembered the taste of Henry's sweets. He is going to a place where there will be sweetness all around. Tenney had a feeling that he would be joining Henry soon. With that thought and the realization of being
